And he calls down the rain, tornadoes and hurricanes
Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine
Someone to catch the light
He's drunk on a life that's a whole lot better

Wash the boy in the stream, so tenderly
Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath
Draw the blue from the skies into his eyes
Someone to catch the light
Juice from the root of a beet for his skin

Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark
Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honey comb
Show him signs of a life that's a whole lot better
Someone to catch the light
I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
Someone to draw you right
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

Someone to draw you right
I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive
Play him wind through the leaves that's a whole lot better

There's a world in his veins that's a whole lot better

Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart
Alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
Sees the rent in time through which he must fold
Someone to draw you right
Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum
Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race

He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds
Stir the heart with a drum, kiss smoke in his mouth